Well for anyone who knows me, this is no surprise: I have an addicion to ink. Tattoos I mean, not sniffing ballpoints. I spend hours thinking, sketching and writing down ideas for my tattoos because, despite multiple rants from my father, confused scolding from my grandmother, and threats from my mother, I refuse to stop permenantly inking my body. I think there is nothing more attractive and beautiful than someone who has committed themselves to a tattoo. To me it shows that you as a person have some conviction, some strength. You have to firmly love and believe in whatever you are tattooing on yourself. And you have to be willing to suffer the pain to get this done. Some people have tattoos and really dont deserve them. (you're probably wonderign wtf I'm talking about.) Have you ever seen the most prissy chick with a tattoo? And you wonder to yourself how the hell that makes sense. Then you ask her about it and she'll brush it off as a "phase" or an "accident"... "I was drunk... it was a dare... I thought it would be cool". I hate those people. I love my tattoos, all of them. I regret NONE of them. And honestly, I'll be getting PLENTY more in my lifetime. I'm not deeply religious, I don't think GOD will send me to a firey eternity because I tatted "Honey Dip" on my arm. And i could care LESS about what any random person on the street feels about them. I can't wait to get more, because they make me feel beautiful. Every time I look in the mirror and check out my ink I'm instantly happier. When i dress up to go anywhere, I'm looking for an outfit that best showcases my tattoos, because I tell you... nothing makes a girl feel better than being sexy AND tatted.
Kisses from da Princess x.X.x
Jamz
